She chases her demons and they chase her back .

It’s not circular like a quarter mile track .

When she hits Jack ... he always hits back .

She knows she can’t win ... yes it’s a fact .

 

The light of the day  highlights all the fatigue and pain .

When it’s dark she gets to wander again .

She’ll never answer about where she’s been

She refuses to answer this line again.

 

She’s my neon angel and  she... let’s my heart dangle .

No one else sees the affliction like me .

It’s my brand of crazy that thinks she wants to be free.

No one believes it and even lately not me .

 

The tattoos tell stories of good times and bad .

RIP Jake that ones just sad .

She lost that boy when he was just ten .

She promised that she’d never open again .

 

Every once in a while she takes me for a ride .

Sometimes I’m sure that I see where it hides .

Then a blink or a quick look away .

She’s tamped it back down and that’s where it stays .

 

She’s my neon angel and  she... let’s my heart dangle .

No one else sees the affliction like me .

It’s my brand of crazy that thinks she wants to be free.

No one believes it and even lately not me .

 

Sarcasm and bong hits sure dull the brain 

At least she stopped putting a hole in the vein .

Her anger gets going like a runaway train .

This is her hurt and she polishes the pain .

 

My neon angel who can’t just let it be .

She wants nothing that is possible to give .

She won’t give in but won’t let herself win .

My very own lost cause cause I myself am not free.